tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28734866737733345612016-09-07T21:31:19.373-07:00JalenatudeSome twisted ramblings and a dash of lunacy. What more could you ask for?Jalenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11419097392577612005noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2873486673773334561.post-3889401336161973012008-11-14T08:21:00.000-08:002008-11-14T08:25:58.578-08:00Poetry in Motion?Perhaps not motion, exactly. Poetry with inertia?<br /><br />Wyatt's poem today combined with Scarecrow's post (and a conversation with him) has inspired me to repost one of my older (if you count "earlier this year" as "older") poems here. This was originally posted on <a href="http://www.panhistoria.com">Pan Historia</a> but now I'm sharing it with THE WORLD!<br /><br /><b><i>Hot Love in a Zombie World</b></i><br /><br />Nailing the boards over the barn doors<br />Our hands touch briefly and we smile<br />The quick thrill reminding us we're alive<br />Not like those things outside<br />Who stagger and growl<br />Parts dropping off left and right<br />Rotting where they stand<br /><br />Nailing boards over the windows<br />Our shoulders brush again and we smile<br />The smell of your sweat entrances me<br />Human pheromones<br />The zombies can't smell<br />As they lumber toward us<br />Groaning their incessant hunger<br /><br />Stealing kisses as we crouch<br />Behind a makeshift barricade<br />The excitement building to a crescendo<br />As the undead beat on the barn door<br />Their nails and fingers breaking off<br />Their moans permeating the air<br />Barely drowning out our own<br /><br />Making frantic love as the wood splinters<br />The inevitable conclusion of our human existence<br />The doors fly open as we cry out<br />Our declarations of lasting adoration echo on<br />Even in our own staggering pursuit of flesh<br />Our hands touch as we devour a doctor<br />Hot love in a zombie worldJalenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11419097392577612005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2873486673773334561.post-54369913298757150112008-11-14T07:58:00.000-08:002008-11-14T08:02:26.971-08:00Intro to Blogging 101, or Is This Thing On?So I've started a blog because it's the thing to do these days. To pour out your soul for the world to see, but do it anonymously so no one can tell it's you.<br /><br />Except then you send the links to friends who then share them on their own blog sites and before you know it everyone knows it's you and you can't spill your secrets anymore because then everyone will know that Uncle Fred is really the father of your sixth child. (Don't get any ideas... I only have one child and Uncle Fred is NOT her father. Darth Vader is. Come to the Dark Side, Jalenaspawn!)Jalenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11419097392577612005noreply@blogger.com1